He who looks through an open window from the outside, never sees as many things as he who gazes at a closed window. There is nothing deeper, more mysterious, more fecund, more shadowy, more dazzling, than a window lit up by a candle.
  What one can see in the sun is always less interesting than what happens behind a pane of glass. In that black and luminous hole, life lives, life dreams, life suffers.

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